Volume One, Chapter Fifty-Three: I Want to Marry You

It was him.

Li Yin Hua said, “Your mother married your second sister off, but why did she not accept a bride price and instead gave a dowry? We’d all like to hear you explain—what secret is there behind this?”

“Damn! Don’t I have a gun? Once I fire, you guys just charge in!” Brother Yu said.

Hearing this, Mu Wan’an was stunned. She was still immersed in her own sorrow, unable to snap out of it.

Seeing the triumphant smile on Su Xueying’s face, Su Hao immediately felt she had walked right into a trap that had been set long before.

In the screening room, the sound of intermittent sobbing filled the air, earning plenty of tears from the audience. Especially with the sorrowful xianxia background music, those who were easily moved already had tear-streaked faces.

Luckily, before they arrived, he had already eaten his fill and was at a loose end, so he decided to join in the fun with them.

Barely had the words left her mouth when Chen Xinrao turned her head in disbelief, glaring furiously. Why was Mu Wan’an so decisive with her, but so quick to let Jiang Ning off the hook?

Xie Ying said, “Brother Prosperity let it slip—he said all your money belongs to Third Sister-in-law, and the supermarket too.”

“How odd,” Nie Qianqian muttered under her breath, finding Wang Yue and Chen Xinyi’s reactions truly strange.

But the trouble was that they were discovered by the American troops. The Americans had always harbored suspicions about how the Japanese forces managed to hold out so long—they must have a supply route that hadn’t yet been found, so the Americans kept them under close surveillance.

Now that he had reached heights previously unattainable, perhaps it was time to see if he could achieve instantaneous casting.

One of the thugs, seeing what happened and the furious expressions of several army officers, suddenly understood, as if something had become clear to him.

Yet among the heroes of Crimson Maple, there seemed not to be a single ordinary one; some were even rare heroes not seen on the market at all.

“Asleep? I knocked so loudly and you didn’t hear?” Du Ruoxi didn’t believe me for a second.

Among the fourteen lower gods, six had cultivation above the seventh stage, seven were at the fourth to sixth stage, and the weakest was at the second stage of lower god.

They were merely partners—if Shao Changyi was truly a peerless master, would Yue Jiming dare trust him so easily? He probably wouldn’t even let him get close. If so, all Shao Changyi’s careful plotting over the years would have been for nothing.

A grown man, young as he was, already unable to perform—he’d surely feel inferior, and it would be hard to take.

As for the news of Tang Hongyu’s appearance from Earth, it had long since spread through the constant influx of new arrivals to the Celestial Ruins.

If that could be accomplished, then even if he were to die immediately afterward, he could rest in peace, a smile on his lips.

At this moment, the two of them together barely had a few hundred yuan—not even a thousand between them—how could they compete with others?

Gu Xijun vaguely remembered—it was the first time Pei Qian had glared at her with wide, angry eyes, losing his temper. Until this day, it remained the only time. Yet the moment he saw the wound left by the Soul Eater on her arm, his expression was instantly replaced by helpless pain and tenderness.

As a top student, he never thought there could be too much honor—on the contrary, it was the foundation of his pride among his peers.

Yan Yun hurried over to give the Flying Mantis the antidote, and immediately, the Flying Mantis lost its fighting strength in Yan Yun’s arms.